I stir in my sleep as the person beneath me tried to move. I open my eyes, and the most beautiful sight greeted my eyes—my sweet wife, Lyla Anderson. I nuzzle into her nape, and her hypnotic scent hit me, lavender and milk. Kissing her neck, I woke up. Adjusting her blanket, I got out of bed. Today is Grandpa's birthday banquet, so I need to complete my work early to come home on time. Giving a last look to my wife, I head inside the shower.
I turned off the shower and dressed quickly, ready to tackle the day.
Walking past the bed, I paused for a moment, watching Lyla's peaceful expression. She mumbled something in her sleep, her lips curving into a faint smile. A soft smile bloomed on my own lips unknowingly.
I headed downstairs. The mansion was already alive with preparations, the staff bustling around to ensure everything was perfect for the banquet. Grandpa's birthday deserved nothing less.
